Chapter 4 Are You Finally Going to Mark Me?

(Seraphina’s POV)

His sudden movement startled me, drawing a soft gasp from my lips. "Ah..."

The sensation on my breasts was a mix of aching pleasure and unbearable tension—shame and inexplicable desire tangled together, making me want to pull away. But my body betrayed me. I craved his touch.

"Feeling better now?" he asked coldly, his grip tightening as if to punish or humiliate me.

I bit my lower lip, fighting back a tremble. My hands pressed against his firm chest, trying in vain to push him away.

"Stop... Lucien, I really didn’t lie to you..." My voice cracked, thick with unshed tears.

Lucien ignored my resistance. He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning over the skin of my neck. His other hand tugged my skirt up, fingers expertly finding the hidden place between my thighs.

"You went through so much trouble to bring me back. Isn’t this what you wanted?"

My entire body stiffened, especially when I saw the raw desire burning in Lucien’s blue eyes.

I realized what he intended to do—and to my horror, a secret longing stirred inside me.

My panties clung to me, the fabric outlining the shape of my arousal, already damp with excitement from the heat of a man’s touch.

My heart raced wildly, but Lucien’s fingers only brushed over my clothed entrance, never pushing inside.

A pang of disappointment hit me, followed immediately by self-disgust.

Then, in the next moment, Lucien shifted his attention. The hand that had been gripping my breast now made quick work of the ties on my dress, yanking it down until more of my chest was exposed—though my bra still covered me.

Instinctively, I tried to cover myself, but the action only earned Lucien’s displeasure.

His brows furrowed. "Playing hard to get at this point is just pathetic."

The last shred of my rationality warned me not to let this continue. I forced myself to stay calm. "Lucien... can’t we just talk?"

"Really? You’re soaked just from me rubbing your panties. Do you even have the strength to talk?"

Before I could respond, he effortlessly unhooked my bra, letting my full breasts spring free.

Without the barrier of fabric, every touch was amplified. Each squeeze of his fingers threatened to pull a moan from my lips.

"Mmh..." I was torn between agony and need. I wanted to say no, but with Lucien, I had no right to refuse. My heart, my body—they had already betrayed me.

I couldn’t control my instincts. Just a few strokes of his fingers over my breasts, and my core pulsed, slickness dripping shamelessly.

Just as the shame became unbearable, Lucien forced my legs apart with his knee. With one sharp tug, he ripped away my soaked panties.

Now completely exposed, I barely had time to process it before I felt his long fingers push inside me.

They parted the soft, clinging walls, the intrusion drawing a helpless moan from my throat.

"Ah—!"

I couldn’t stop him. His fingers moved ruthlessly, mimicking the motions of sex. Soon, a strange pleasure built in my lower belly, my cries growing louder. My back arched instinctively, hips rocking to meet his thrusts. Yes—I wanted more.

Then, all at once, a crushing wave of pleasure erupted from my dripping core.

Lucien’s fingers had brought me to climax.

The aftershocks were relentless, pleasure melting my thoughts into nothing.

I wanted his touch, his embrace—his thick, hard cock.

Guided by pure instinct, I looped one arm around his neck while the other reached for his burning length. Gazing into his darkened eyes, I whispered, "You’re suffering too... Just take me..."

The icy blue of his eyes had softened, warmth seeping in under the haze of lust.

His fangs glinted faintly, a dangerous promise.

My body trembled, heart pounding. Finally... was he finally going to mark me?

Bevy whined eagerly, urging me on.

I arched my neck, baring my slender throat to him without hesitation. Eyes closed, I waited for the bite that would bind us forever.

If he marked me, I would truly become his Luna.

Even if he didn’t love me, his claim would give me the smallest shred of legitimacy.

But...